Page 116 of Swept for Forever
My back arched, my legs trembled, and I cried out his name as the world shattered into white light and stars.
Dom threw his head back, moaning my name as he came, his hips still rocking into me before going still. His chest heaved as his body blanketed mine.
I wrapped my arms around him, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
He didn’t just take my virginity.
He gave me something I didn’t know I’d been waiting for all along.
Him.
He collapsed onto me, not all the way, just enough that I could feel the tremble in his arms as he held himself above me. Our foreheads brushed. His breath stayed quick, mingling with mine. Sweat slid down his temple and across my skin. Our chests rose and fell, trying to learn the same rhythm. Maybe they already had.
He finally rolled to the side, his fingers immediately seeking my hand. He didn’t let go.
“How’s my Otter?” he checked in.
I turned my head, met his gaze, and smiled with satedness. “Never better.”
His hand drifted down my side, tracing the curve of my waist, over my hip, and down the outer length of my thigh. It was a dove-like contact, a delicate conclusion.
And then he pulled me close.
It was the kind of cuddle that didn’t feel like an afterthought. I tucked myself into his side, and my leg draped over his, his chest my pillow. We didn’t talk for a minute. I listened to the way his breathing calmed as his thumb kept stroking small, lazy circles on my hipbone.
He kissed the top of my head.
“You wanna clean up?” he murmured.
He still hadn’t taken the condom off. It clung to his length, now softened but still filled. Something about that sight stirred a strange pride in me.That happened.Wehappened. All of that was us.
I nodded, and we rose together.
Dom held me at the waist as we padded to the bathroom.My steps were unsteady, still adjusting to the ground beneath me.
He tossed the condom and rinsed himself at the sink before grabbing a towel for both of us. I took the towel and wiped between my legs.
That’s when I saw it.
Just a streak, but unmistakable.
He saw it too, and he didn’t say a word. He just stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my hair. I felt him breathe me in. And that told me more than anything he could’ve said.
It was the marker of something I’d carried since birth. The thing other girls had shed in fleeting moments or drunken mistakes. But for me, it would always be his.
I’d waited, even when it would’ve been easier not to. And now I knew why.
Dominic Powell, the man who carried me when I stumbled. Who fought for me without being asked. Who treated my body like it was rare and powerful and wholly mine.
He made it feel like giving him everything wasn’t a sacrifice. That it was something I’d done for myself.
He kissed the nape of my neck. “Come back to bed with me.”
I leaned into him. “Where else would I want to be?”
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